A Place Called Heaven
A Place Called Heaven
There’s a place called Heaven;
In the Bible it was seen
By John who wrote Revelation
In a vision it was deemed
To be such a city
Standing many miles high
Taller than any skyscraper
It doesn’t explain why.
But when you think of the number
Who will dwell with God there
It has to be in the millions
Their lives with Him to share
There are twelve foundations
Named after the twelve tribes
Not the astrological stars—
That Satan contrived.
Its beauty is so rare
Like nothing here seen
Full of precious gems
Golden streets that gleam
Where the redeemed of this world
Judge the wicked then dead
Together with angels
In the Book of Life no names read.
This place called Heaven
Is an amazing sight to be seen
Where each heart will know joy
Adult, child and teen
Where there is no sickness
Trees for healing instead
No more tears or sorrow
Where no-one’s dead.
This place called Heaven
A city that travels in space
Doesn’t focus on class
Or difference of race
God loves all as equals
And rewards just the same
He knows each one’s face
And calls them by name
For the union that was severed
Has been righted again
Man’s now in God’s presence
Heaven’s blessing, A-men.
Copyright © 2007-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
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